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Servet Kocakaya (born 19 May 1973) is a Zaza–Kurdish singer-songwriter
Servet Kocakaya was born in 1973 in the town of Solhan in the Bingöl Province. His mother was from Solhan while his father was from Diyarbakir
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Ser çiyayê Bîngolê qehwecîk e kekê

Pişta wî da çay û şekir nan kekê
Derd û keder te ba dike can kekê
Şewqa hesret li ser me ye wer kekê
Hêsirên çavê'm mîna Ferat wer kekê


Kekê şeref, kekê namûs,
kekê heval, kekê bavê min
Kekê dengê te hat ji min, wez nizanim
Dengê kê bû, dengê te bû
Dengê kê bû oooohoohooyy kekê

Kekê şeref, kekê namûs,
kekê heval, kekê bavê min
Kekê dengê te hat ji min, wez nizanim
Dengê kê bû, dengê te bû
Dengê kê bû oooohoohooyy kekê

Bîranîna Licê siya yên dor kekê
Bîrkûriya te paqij e way kekê
Ew kendalan te bang dikin can kekê
Şewqa hesret li ser me ye wer kekê
Hêstirên çavê'm mîna Ferat wer kekê

Kekê şeref, kekê namûs,
kekê heval, kekê bavê min
Kekê dengê te hat ji min, wez nizanim
Dengê kê bû, dengê te bû
Dengê kê bû oooohoohooyy kekê

Kekê şeref, kekê namûs,
kekê heval, kekê bavê min
Kekê dengê te hat ji min, wez nizanim
Dengê kê bû, dengê te bû
Dengê kê bû oooohoohooyy kekê

Songwriters: Servet Kocakaya

Pencere

Kekê

Servet Kocakaya - Kekê (Kürtçe)

Erdoğan Emir - To Şiya

comes down through the air
crawls up from the ocean
looks up at the mountains
lies upon the sand
picking up a stone
toss it to the heavens
building up a structure
to bring us the unknown

I've got eyes that see through walls 
and hands that touch
but never feel
we learn to give,  
then we learn to steal
i want the egg
without the peel
i want the wisdom from the wise
want inspiration from the lore
but i'm still longing for the song
that i heard through the open door

rises with the sun
battles with the starlight
climbs over the mountain
nourishes the plain
searching for the key
grasping at the power
To fabricate a future
 and call it destiny

in - the- shadows of-
towers that we've raised
we- dream- of trampolines
dizzy and amazed
bound- by- electric chains
barely intertwined
freed by standing waves
that come up from inside

on- cracked pavement
the mystery's revealed
till - the vault of time
is finally unsealed
when- you look at me
that is all that i seek
throw the book at me
when i refuse to speak

bets are off unless
heaven gets us first
trace the curse back to the days 
our prayers dispersed
better not knock the way 
we have conquered fate
Hear the honking horns 
way up to the pearly gate

takes off in the air
looks down at the ocean
drilling through the the mountain
making glass from sand
picking up a stone
toss it to the heavens
praying to a structure
while nature hides her hand

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